Depression has seeped its way into my veins, turning my heart black
It lives within me now and there's no escaping it
It lingers, disrupting any positive emotions and replacing them with despair
Sadness overruns my mind and thoughts until there's nothing left for me to feel at all
I think that's my downfall, I feel everything too deeply, burning scars into my heart over and over again
It's a disease that runs through my body constantly, forcing me to shut down until there's nothing left of me but skin and bones.
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The Diary of Her
Poetry"I let her go because I knew she could do better. And now she's gone. I wonder if I should've just been better."
